Personality V: I will save everything

"I'm sorry, these are the only things I have at home to entertain you."

After all, it was a new house that we had just moved into not long ago, and it was not an independent small building, but an apartment. The entire house, totaling less than 50 square meters, could not really be called big.

Despite this, the room was still kept tidy by Kurt. Although some strange sponges were stuck on the corners of some places, such as the table and chairs, Jeffrey wisely chose not to ask.

Actually, if he asked, there would be no problem. It was just that one time when Kurt had an attack at home, he kicked his leg hard on the corner of the table and fractured the bone. Then he covered all the places in the house that might hurt him with sponges.

However, having said that, usually when there are guests at home, the host will often warmly invite the guests to take a rest in the spacious and bright living room, and then turn around and walk quickly to the kitchen to carefully prepare various items and food for entertaining the guests. This seems to have become a customary social etiquette norm.

But at this moment, the situation is different. You know, right now, Kurt and Jeffrey are handcuffed tightly together with cold and hard handcuffs!

In this way, the so-called "entertaining" each other was more like the two of them having to go to the kitchen hand in hand to prepare some snacks to fill their stomachs.

I saw Kurt carefully holding up a plate of fragrant cookies with one hand. The cookies were neatly arranged, and each one exuded an enticing aroma.

Jeffrey was not to be outdone. He flexibly used his left hand to tightly grasp two exquisite cups, and held a heavy wine jug firmly in his right hand. In this way, the two of them cooperated with each other tacitly and walked slowly towards the living room.

Along the way, although there were some inconveniences in movement, the atmosphere between them seemed particularly harmonious.

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But.....the problem seems to be here.

Kurt and Jeffrey had no idea what topics they could talk about with each other, but they were handcuffed together, which made it awkward if they didn't talk about something at this distance.

Finally, Kurt decided that he might as well give Jeffrey a little spoiler in advance about what he was going to write in his next book.

Actually, that being said, Kurt had no idea at all. He created this book based on what happened to Jeffrey.

Kurt was thinking about his next book. Who should he base his character on? To be honest, Kurt had no idea.

Kurt originally thought of using Lydia as the prototype, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

After all, Lydia still needs to live outside as a doctor. She doesn't live in the manor like Jeffrey. If someone finds out that Lydia is the prototype of the new story written by Kurt, will it have a certain impact on her life?

Therefore, Kurt has always had a principle in writing stories, which is that he can use the people in the manor as prototypes, but he must choose those who do not often live outside the manor, or those who will not affect his life even if they are discovered.

"Uh... I think I have a good idea!"

Kurt has decided!

The name of his next book will be "Children Under the Juniper Tree".

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the other side,

Karl was slowly put on the ground by Fan Wujiu. To be honest, Fan Wujiu himself did not expect that he was actually taking care of a child... Although he felt that it was not nice for him to say this to his boss, but... what he really wanted to say was, did he gain experience in taking care of children?

As for how Carl would react? Surprisingly, he did not show any strong emotional fluctuations or obvious changes in behavior.

At this moment, he was simply exhausted from running for a long time. His body and mind were extremely sleepy, and the only thought in his mind was to have a good sleep. (Θ?Θ=)

In fact, we can't blame Carl for being so "pretentious". You know, just this morning, they went through a series of tedious and time-consuming activities.

First, everyone spent a lot of time carefully selecting and wearing extremely gorgeous clothes;

Then, we had to wait patiently in the spacious dining room until all the people had assembled;

Afterwards, I was fully focused on appreciating Sister Grace’s wonderful performance;

After this series of events, everyone rushed to the beautiful Lakeview Village and engaged in a thrilling game.

Before I knew it, time had passed quietly and in the blink of an eye it was already past noon.

Poor little Carl, he couldn’t even enjoy his regular nap on time.

Carl opened his mouth wide and yawned deeply, as if he could release all the tiredness in his body with this breath.

After yawning, he quickly crawled into the warm and generous arms of the manor owner like a well-behaved kitten, as if only there could he feel enough security and comfort.

Carl, nestled in the arms of the manor owner, couldn't help yawning again soon, and then he closed his eyes tightly and fell into a sweet dream. (-_-) zzz

The supervisors and survivors who witnessed everything:................

"Oh my God! Has this guy been weaned?" Normally, the clown would utter a string of obscenities that are unbearable to the ears. However, what is unexpected is that sometimes it is precisely this tone of voice that can more accurately express the true feelings deep in everyone's heart.

You know, although Carl from another world is slightly younger than the undertaker in this incident, he is still a teenager who is over 15 years old after all!

After some time, I'm afraid we can even get married!

But look at his current appearance, he looks just like a baby who has not yet grown up. This doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it, does it?

Frederick carefully unbuttoned his heavy but warm coat and gently placed it over Carl's slightly trembling body.

He was afraid that any big movement would disturb Carl who was sleeping soundly, so every subtle movement was extremely gentle.

To ensure that the coat completely covered Carl and left no gaps for the cold to get in, Frederick reached out and patted the coat gently.

He started from the shoulders and stroked down little by little, as if he was treating an inestimably precious treasure, carefully and attentively.

After this series of thoughtful actions were completed, Frederick finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

Only then did he have time to turn around and answer the person who had just asked the question:

"What could be more unreasonable than what happened between us?"

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I carried Carl back to his room. My little baby is so cute~?(ˉ?ˉ?)

Ah, so cute～～～

(Maleficent)

But how can I be blamed for this? You know, Carl is so cute that it's irresistible!

Here, I want to share with you a little secret that perhaps most people have not noticed.

When Carl fell into a sweet dream, he would occasionally smack his lips like a greedy baby, as if he was tasting some delicious food in his dream.

Then, he would twist his little body comfortably, looking for a more comfortable position to position himself.

Finally, he pouted his pink little mouth, like a flower bud about to bloom, and fell quietly into sleep.

Oh my~ Whenever I see this scene, my heart almost melts! It's so cute and adorable~~

(Got crazy)

After making sure that he was lying on the bed, he gently closed the door.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Even though his back was turned to the other person, I could roughly guess who was coming over.

"Let's find a place." Sure enough, the people who came were from the Air Force.

The people that Andrew and Carl had integrated into this world before had gone through an interview, including supervisors and survivors, but it seemed that except for this person who came forward on his own initiative, the others were found by Andrew and Carl themselves.

The Air Force is like this. Instead of waiting for opportunities to come, she would rather take the initiative to fight for them.

Now it is even more so.

Even in the corridor, the Air Force had confirmed that there was no one around before coming, so she could do it boldly.

The air force bowed deeply to the manor owner and said:

“Greetings to you, God.”

(Greetings to you, God.)

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I was not surprised that the Air Force saw through my identity. To be precise, the details that had been exposed all along were too many for a professional spy like the Air Force.

The most important thing is that Andrew had actually told me a long time ago that when he first confronted the Air Force, the Air Force had already seen through his and my identities.

"I just have one question, dear God, what is it like there..."

Air Force actually had more questions she wanted to ask and should have asked. She should have asked how to leave this hell, how to realize her wish, and how to gain freedom. But these questions finally condensed into one question - she wanted to know the answer to how people viewed women in another world.

Air Force wanted to be a real air force, she wanted to fly freely in the sky, she was no worse than those men, she was even more talented than them, the only difference between her and them was her gender, but just for this reason, they deprived her of the opportunity to fly in the sky.

"I can't answer you directly, 'yes', because actually both worlds are... similar, but maybe a little better than yours. We have a group of people who are willing to fight and want to change the status quo."

Why do we say people, not ladies? Because what we want to oppose is not the gender of men and women, but all injustices. Our enemy is never gender.

It is really childish to use gender to distinguish between good and bad.

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the other side,

"How do you feel? Annie, are you okay?" Natasha asked with concern, a hint of worry in her eyes.

The reason why she was so worried about Anne was actually very simple - Anne's due date was approaching! At this moment, Anne could show signs of labor at any time. After all, giving birth is a big deal for any woman, not to mention that Anne is now at this critical period.

As a mother who has also experienced the pain of childbirth, Natasha knows how difficult it is to wait for the arrival of a new life. The physical discomfort, psychological pressure and fear of the unknown all make people feel anxious and exhausted. Therefore, she can't help but feel worried for Anne.

Hearing Natasha's caring question, Anne smiled and replied softly, "Don't worry, Natasha, I'm fine. This is my second child, so I have more experience.

Besides, the baby in my belly this time is just a cute little girl, which is much easier than the first time. When I was pregnant with her, I didn't even feel particularly uncomfortable like before. Don't worry, I will be fine." After saying this, Anne patted Natasha's hand gently to comfort her.

"By the way," Natasha decided to change the topic to a happier one, "Have you decided on the baby's name? Which one do you want to choose?"

"Of course it's decided. From now on, she will be called............."